Fear and Loathing in the Golden Age of Idiots
I'd write a book for that title, were I only possessed with the angry and inebriated ghost of Hunter S. Thompson.
Sunny today with a few clouds. Our high was 85˚F. It's currently 81˚F.
To be honest, I have almost nothing to say about today. But, let's see. Well, there's this. I mean, yes, sure, I am a pervert, and I have written reams of what I term "weird erotica," but cuckolding is just fucking dull. From my point of view, that is. Anyway, Kathryn has notified Amazon and my agent, so that will likely go away soon. I expect this is some sort of scam. Regardless, I did not write that book. Duh.
The afternoon movie was Martin Campbell's Casino Royale (2006). Oh, 2006. Never in a million years would I have believed that there would come a time when 2006 would seem like "the good old days." And yet, here we are.
I'm supposed to be at McWane tomorrow afternoon.
And please have a look at the current eBay auctions, as Spooky put some new items up this afternoon.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:37 a.m.
Sunny today with a few clouds. Our high was 85˚F. It's currently 81˚F.
To be honest, I have almost nothing to say about today. But, let's see. Well, there's this. I mean, yes, sure, I am a pervert, and I have written reams of what I term "weird erotica," but cuckolding is just fucking dull. From my point of view, that is. Anyway, Kathryn has notified Amazon and my agent, so that will likely go away soon. I expect this is some sort of scam. Regardless, I did not write that book. Duh.
The afternoon movie was Martin Campbell's Casino Royale (2006). Oh, 2006. Never in a million years would I have believed that there would come a time when 2006 would seem like "the good old days." And yet, here we are.
I'm supposed to be at McWane tomorrow afternoon.
And please have a look at the current eBay auctions, as Spooky put some new items up this afternoon.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:37 a.m.